Dear B and L, As you two reside in the cosiness of civilisation and urbanisation, I write to you very grateful to be invited on this once only rendezvous and send you bunches of flowers. However, I must also bring you to you a matter that is quite close to my heart and one that has landed me in a predicament, that of being the destiny of my entire existence.
Dear L, Your backpack is rockin’, and glad to hear your first day at uni was just as swell. My Wednesday has been more-than-usually active. For starters, I finally got around to charging my Fitbit Flex, which is both really good and really bad. Really good, because it makes me work really hard at being healthy. Really bad, because it makes me work really hard at being healthy.
Dear B, Ah London, the city of (according to google), Fog, Dreams, Lights and Opportunities, in that order, is now the temporary home to fashion week. Last week, saw the New York Fashion Week, come and go, and as my sister predicted it was all about the 70’s.
